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Mom Morph

Mom shrieks as I tap like Ginger Rogers on the kitchen floor. The raggedy mop with rigid brows swishes me out the door. With squinty eyes, the traffic cop regent-points to the yard. Her majesty, with dish soap hands, wallops my cap, soft not hard. 3/13/2019 Word Morph Contest Sponsor - Jesse Rowe

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Line Gauthier

Date: 3/24/2019 7:48:00 AM

Congrats on your silver medal win, Kim.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/24/2019 11:05:00 AM

Thanks, Line! <3 Kim

Jesse Rowe

Date: 3/24/2019 7:32:00 AM

I absolutely love the story telling of this poem. I could almost feel the mop head chasing after me. Congrats on your second place finish in my contest.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/24/2019 11:05:00 AM

Thank you so much, Jesse! Enjoyed the contest...Kim

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/13/2019 10:05:00 PM

Nicely done, whisked out the door---but packing quite a wallop! :) gw

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/13/2019 10:07:00 PM

LOl! Thanks!

M. L. Kiser

Date: 3/13/2019 8:36:00 PM

Now there's a vision; adorable!

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/13/2019 8:45:00 PM

Thank you! Had fun writing this! :)